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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bitter and Sweet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, <br>A flame of love divine; <br>Hear, for mine I trust thou art, <br>And sure I would be thine; <br>If my soul has felt thy grace, <br>If to me thy name is known; <br>Why should trifles fill the place <br>Due to thyself alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a strange mysterious life <br>I live from day to day; <br>Light and darkness, peace and strife, <br>Bear an alternate sway: <br>When I think the battle won, <br>I have to fight it o'er again; <br>When I say I'm overthrown, <br>Relief I soon obtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often at the mercy-seat, <br>While calling on thy name, <br>Swarms of evil thoughts I meet, <br>Which fill my soul with shame. <br>Agitated in my mind, <br>Like a feather in the air, <br>Can I thus a blessing find? <br>My soul, can this be pray'r?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when Christ, my Lord and Friend, <br>Is pleas'd to show his pow'r <br>All at once my troubles end, <br>And I've a golden hour; <br>Then I see his smiling face, <br>Feel the pledge of joys to come: <br>Often, Lord, repeat this grace <br>Till thou shalt call me home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q>
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A flame of love divine; 
Hear, for mine I trust thou art, 
And sure I would be thine; 
If my soul has felt thy grace, 
If to me thy name is known; 
Why should trifles fill the place 
Due to thyself alone?

'Tis a str..."></div>
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